Quinn's P.O.V.
For the past two days Santana has basically been my nurse, and not with my consent. I think it's nice but I think she's only doing it because she feels guilty. She feels like I could have died and it's her fault. I don't know how it could possibly be her fault but I don't want her to feel bad. I knew what I was going into and what could happen. I don't need that much help because it's my left shoulder and I'm right handed so most things I can do on my own. She gets anything I need for me and applies some weird cream on it from the witch. She said it's supposed to help with the soreness and it does. The most awkward moment was when I actually needed her help. My arm is in a sling and trying to get a shirt on and off hurts. I finally broke down and asked her to help after many failed attempts and a lot of pain. I have to drink this weird potion too and it's horrible. The first time I tried it I almost threw up but Santana forced me to finish it. Right now...I have to take more.
"You know this isn't necessary. It's not even helping so why the hell do I have to drink this shit?" I say as Santana sits next to me on my bed. She has a cup of that gunk that I have to choke down again.
"It is helping. Your wound isn't even as big anymore." She says and I shake my head.
"It's not because of that stuff." She rolls her eyes and huffs.
"Can you cooperate this once? Stop arguing and drink it." She hands me the cup and I sigh and take it. I look at the mystery liquid in the cup and it almost makes me want to gag. It looks like snot but it's not as thick. Surprisingly it doesn't have a smell but that doesn't make it any better. It tastes like dirt, medicine and trees and the after taste is even worse. The after taste is...beyond words. I suck on a lemon afterwords because it's the only thing that can sort of over power it.
"It's fucking gross. You drink this shit."
"I don't need to." She says and I roll my eyes.
"I'm not drinking it. I've already drunk it twice. I'll just heal naturally."
"That takes too long and this is the last time you need to drink it. She said it was only for three days." I sigh and put the glass down on the nightstand.
"I'll drink it later. My stomach already hurts so I know trying to drink that will just make me throw up." Santana looks at me hard but nods her head.
"Fine but you are going to drink it."
"Blah blah blah." I say and lie back across the bed.
"Tonight we're going patrolling." Santana says.
"Patrolling?" I ask.
"What I was doing when you almost got killed." She says.
"Oh. Where?" I ask and she shrugs.
"A few miles from here."
"When are we leaving?" I ask and she looks at me.
"We are leaving at around 10. You are staying here." Um what? I sit up and turn towards her.
"What? Why can't I go?"
"I said so. You're still hurt and you don't need to do more damage to yourself."
"Santana I am a grown woman. I can make my own decisions and take care of myself."
"I don't give a shit. You're apart of my team and if you haven't noticed by now, I'm the leader around here. You're not going." I clench my jaw and glare at her.
"Don't do that. Staying here is for your own fucking good and you know it." She says and I roll my eyes.
"I can always leave you know. I can go stay with Puck or join someone else's team." Santana groans and shakes her head.
"Can you just be rational for one fucking second?! Use your fucking brain Quinn. If something happens, YOU CAN GET KILLED. Why don't you understand that?"
"Why do you care?"
"You're on my team. I don't want anything to happen to anyone."
"That's it? It's just because I'm on your team?" I ask.
"What else would it be Quinn?"
I'm a complete idiot...I actually started having feelings for her. I tried to fight it because I figured it was just stupid to think she liked me back but...I still had hope and that's why I'm an idiot. I was hoping she wasn't just helping me because of guilt. I was hoping that our long talks were more then just establishing a friendship. I was hoping that deep down she had feelings for me too. What is wrong with me? I shake my head and get up from my bed.
"Where are you going?" Santana asks.
"I'm calling Puck. I think I'll go hang out with him."
"Why? Tired of me?" She asks playfully and I nod.
"Yeah I am." I say.
"Seriously Quinn? You can't be mature about this?"
"Get out of my room Santana." She gives me a confused look at me when I roll my eyes and put my one good arm on my hip.
"What's your problem?"
"Nothing, now get out." She moves more on my bed and gets comfortable.
"I think I'm okay." She says and I walk out of the room. I take two steps down the hallway and see Santana in front of me again.
"Ugh! I hate when you do that!" I say and she smirks.
"I know. Seriously though, what's wrong with you?" She asks and I sigh.
"Nothing team leader, now move." I step around her and start to walk again but she grabs my arm.
"You're mad because I said I'm the leader? I am the leader Quinn." I scoff and pull my arm back.
"It's not that!" I say frustrated and I turn towards her.
"You said all I am is a team member. Not even a fucking friend." Her face softens and she moves closer to me.
"I didn't mean it like that. You are my friend and I care about you. I don't want anything to happen to you."
"I can handle myself." I say and she nods.
"I know but...I can't handle something happening to you." Wait, what?
"I'm sure you'll be fine Santana." I say and she shakes her head and sighs.
"I won't. Just...be careful okay?" Santana says and she gently pulls me into a hug. I want to tell her to go to hell but instead I gently wrap my arm around her waist.
"Let me know when you get to Pucks." She says then kisses my forehead. That kiss made me realize something. I'm in serious trouble because...I don't think I just like Santana. Since I saw Santana for the first time, I was attracted to her. Not when she rescued me because I was scared out of my mind but when we were talking by her motorcycle. When she had on her favorite pair of black boots. They have a red strip along the bottom, that's her favorite part. Santana had on a pair of black pants that fit her perfectly and accentuated her ass so much, you couldn't help but look. Her red silk-like V neck T-shirt that showed just enough cleavage topped with her leather jacket that she only wears when she's riding her bike. Everything about her oozes sex even down to her scent so you can't help but be attracted.
Her skin is soft and warm and she's the only person I've ever met who always looks good no matter if she's covered in blood or sweat or just woke up, she's always beautiful. On the outside she's a bitch, or seems like one I should say but she's not that kind of person. She's a deep thinker with simple dreams. All she wants is a normal life. She's smart, caring and kind. Our humor perfectly suits each other and we have a lot in common. I could go on and on about things I love about Santana but -
"Quinn." Santana's voice brings me out of my head and I look at her. She's a lot closer to me now and her hand is cupping my cheek.
"You okay?" She asks and I nod my head. She moves a piece of my hair from in front of my face and puts it behind my ear. I put my hand on top of hers and then I feel her lips on mine. It's soft and just enough pressure to let me know her lips are touching mine. I gently part my lips and capture her bottom lip between my own lips. She licks my bottom lip lightly and I pull her closer. She tilts her head more as I nip at her top lip and she sucks my bottom one. I now understand what people mean when they say they see fireworks because it's the fucking fourth of July behind my eyelids right now.
All I want is more of her, a kiss just isn't enough. As she slides her tongue into my mouth I push her back against the wall, eliciting a small moan from her. Her hands travel down my back and to my ass as I gently suck her tongue. I slide my hand under her shirt and break our kiss to lightly kiss my way to her neck. I feel her breaths getting heavier and deeper as I slide my hand further up her body and lick her neck.
"Quinn." She says in a breathy moan and I smirk to myself. I hum against her neck and she puts her hand on my arm. I look up at her and her eyes start to flutter open and – whoa. I move my hand and look at her and she scrunches her eyebrows.
"What?" She says.
"Um...your...eyes." I say and her eyes widen and she moves from me. She darts to the bathroom and I follow her.
"Are you okay?" I ask her as she looks in the mirror.
"Fuck." I hear her say under her breath as she grips the sink.
"Isn't this a good thing?" She looks at me, shakes her head and pushes past me to get out of the bathroom.
"Santana!" I call as I follow her down the stairs. She leaves out the door and closes it behind her. By the time I open the door and go outside, she's gone. Damn it! I sigh and then go back inside closing the door behind me. Tina and Brittany are standing in front of me with worried looks on their faces.
"What happened?" Tina asks and I sigh.
"I don't know. We kissed and -"
"Her eyes turned red?" Brittany asks and I nod.
"I knew it!" Brittany says with an excited grin. Tina gives me a sympathetic smile and wraps her arm around my shoulder.
"I thought that she would be happy. Isn't that a good thing?" I say and Tina nods.
"It is. Don't worry about it okay? Just give her some time. It'll work itself out." She says and I shake my head. How...what did I do? Is she upset it's me? I don't...I don't understand it. What did I do wrong?